WE ARE OUR AVATARS (One of a kind Rp)
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OoC: What is this madness!! I don't want to share! *Runs off having a tantrum away from the keyboard*
OOC: Not Serious: SPARTA!!!!! Serious: Because you two seem oh so similar.... but equally crazy people...Zepherus14 said:
Plus, with the amount of people on this alone... it's going to be long for me to continue this... I like to share the RP with people
OOC: Titan? What Black Magic Fuckery do you speak of?
Severin was put off by her worries. How quaint.
"Wow that's totally awesome and tragic and shit and where do I sign up?"
Severin was put off by her worries. How quaint.
"Wow that's totally awesome and tragic and shit and where do I sign up?"
OoC: *walks back to computer screen* If I have too... I guess I can sh... sha... share...
Joe facepalms at Sev's request.
Joe facepalms at Sev's request.
Sev was perplexed by this facepalming. He demanded an answer. His metal arm opened up into a mini-bakery, which he held just outside Joe's reach.
"Now tell the 7-foot tall Elementalist where he can get into this contest and you can have your delicious carbohydrate sugary snacks," Sev tempted.
"Now tell the 7-foot tall Elementalist where he can get into this contest and you can have your delicious carbohydrate sugary snacks," Sev tempted.
OOC: GGAAAHHH EXPLAINING!!!! Just go to the 310 page, my post. It'll make sense from there...
Charlotte scoffs at Severin's ignorance. "You being here is all that is needed." She stands up and walks to find Royce and comfort him.
At this moment, Haru and Elie barge right in. Haru's arms are filled with food from the airport, while Elie is stuffing her pockets with money.
"Hey, what we miss?" asked Haru.
Charlotte scoffs at Severin's ignorance. "You being here is all that is needed." She stands up and walks to find Royce and comfort him.
At this moment, Haru and Elie barge right in. Haru's arms are filled with food from the airport, while Elie is stuffing her pockets with money.
"Hey, what we miss?" asked Haru.
"..." Joe just stares at Sev for a couple seconds, confused how the rolls seemed to be switching for him. "You do realize just by coming here you entered the tournament right..." Joe says bluntly.
Severin's metal arm reformed into an Ion Cannon.
"A NEW THREAT! GET BEHIND ME!" Sev grabbed Charlotte, Royce, and Joe, and threw them behind Sev, "This is my chance to prove my worth in the contest!" Severin charged his Ion Cannon at the ones named "Haru" and "Elie". The energy grew larger and larger, turning multicolored and even just turning into a pony at points, it was that freaking awesome.
"GET READY FOR THE BLAST! COVER YOUR EARS! HOLD ONTO YOUR BUTTS!" Sev screamed, and fired ZE CANNON!
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All that came out the cannon was a small flag with an overly graphic'd "Bang!"
"A NEW THREAT! GET BEHIND ME!" Sev grabbed Charlotte, Royce, and Joe, and threw them behind Sev, "This is my chance to prove my worth in the contest!" Severin charged his Ion Cannon at the ones named "Haru" and "Elie". The energy grew larger and larger, turning multicolored and even just turning into a pony at points, it was that freaking awesome.
"GET READY FOR THE BLAST! COVER YOUR EARS! HOLD ONTO YOUR BUTTS!" Sev screamed, and fired ZE CANNON!
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All that came out the cannon was a small flag with an overly graphic'd "Bang!"
[HEADING=2]Before Sev[/HEADING]
Elie punches Haru. "Hey you forgot something!"
"Damn, your right." With that, the two leave again to the airport.
OOC: And that's me for tonight! Have a Charlotte!
Elie punches Haru. "Hey you forgot something!"
"Damn, your right." With that, the two leave again to the airport.
OOC: And that's me for tonight! Have a Charlotte!
"Eh... sorry bout that... so.. uh..." Severin pulled out a cookie and handed it to Charlotte. He then put his hands behind his back and whistled for a bit.
"So where do I fight?" He questioned, looking away from them all, feeling quite sheepish.
"So where do I fight?" He questioned, looking away from them all, feeling quite sheepish.
Royce paced around the room, alternately running his hands through the short, brown stubble of hair on his head and then wringing them ferociously. 'This...t-this is nuts!...my home, my whole WORLD is hanging in the balance...dependent on me...I need to FIGHT to keep it alive...' he thought frantically. He almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the concept, but instead he was almost physically sick. Having so much pressure heaped on his shoulders at once was overwhelming to the extreme. He felt light headed, but that may have been because of his irregular breathing.
'Ok...ok...need to calm down...think clearly...calm down...' he thought. He searched for a way to clear his mind, and only came on one solution. He stripped off the majority of his equipment, then stood before one of the walls in the empty room. He stared at it for a while, imagining a human silhouette on the space directly in front of him. He raised his fists.
He recalled the time he and his team had spent together before operation Allied Shield. This was before Dion had joined with them. At that time, he wasn't very close to any of his teammates, but he didn't have anything against them either. After a few days of relative inactivity, Julian had insisted that he and Royce should train together. Royce had never been very good at hand-to-hand combat. Julian, on the other hand, was an excellent hand-to-hand specialist. This was somewhat due to the fact that he was a sniper and, therefore, needed to protect himself if any enemy got close to him. Mostly though, he was already skilled thanks to years of boxing training at the private school he had attended, and so he was determined to impart his knowledge to Royce.
Royce was dubious about the chances of his own success, but Julian was adamant about how Royce would be a natural due to his height and, already, muscular physique (which he had developed with his own childhood/young adulthood passion, swimming). Eventually Royce agreed, if only to please Julian. The training was a long and difficult, but Royce made considerable improvement quickly. Over time he became a fine fighter in his own right, but given his natural aversion to violence of any kind, Royce quickly, but quietly, dismissed all that he had learned.
Now as he stared at the invisible enemy on the wall, his fists tightly clenched in front of him, all the long hours of training came back to him. He started off with a few light jabs and straights, just barely making contact with the wall's surface. But soon his punches were brutal and and forceful. He pounded on the wall, hoping to pummel it, and his frustrations, into submission. He rested his head against the wall and panted heavily. He looked at the wall and saw it stained by blood. Looking down at his knuckles he saw the torn skin. Despite his exhaustion, he felt he could think clearly. 'I need...I need to stay alive...and to do that I...I need to fight...it's the only way...' the conclusion was simple enough to him. He knew he would have to kill the Titan that threatened him and his world. He was surprisingly alright with that idea.
'Ok...ok...need to calm down...think clearly...calm down...' he thought. He searched for a way to clear his mind, and only came on one solution. He stripped off the majority of his equipment, then stood before one of the walls in the empty room. He stared at it for a while, imagining a human silhouette on the space directly in front of him. He raised his fists.
He recalled the time he and his team had spent together before operation Allied Shield. This was before Dion had joined with them. At that time, he wasn't very close to any of his teammates, but he didn't have anything against them either. After a few days of relative inactivity, Julian had insisted that he and Royce should train together. Royce had never been very good at hand-to-hand combat. Julian, on the other hand, was an excellent hand-to-hand specialist. This was somewhat due to the fact that he was a sniper and, therefore, needed to protect himself if any enemy got close to him. Mostly though, he was already skilled thanks to years of boxing training at the private school he had attended, and so he was determined to impart his knowledge to Royce.
Royce was dubious about the chances of his own success, but Julian was adamant about how Royce would be a natural due to his height and, already, muscular physique (which he had developed with his own childhood/young adulthood passion, swimming). Eventually Royce agreed, if only to please Julian. The training was a long and difficult, but Royce made considerable improvement quickly. Over time he became a fine fighter in his own right, but given his natural aversion to violence of any kind, Royce quickly, but quietly, dismissed all that he had learned.
Now as he stared at the invisible enemy on the wall, his fists tightly clenched in front of him, all the long hours of training came back to him. He started off with a few light jabs and straights, just barely making contact with the wall's surface. But soon his punches were brutal and and forceful. He pounded on the wall, hoping to pummel it, and his frustrations, into submission. He rested his head against the wall and panted heavily. He looked at the wall and saw it stained by blood. Looking down at his knuckles he saw the torn skin. Despite his exhaustion, he felt he could think clearly. 'I need...I need to stay alive...and to do that I...I need to fight...it's the only way...' the conclusion was simple enough to him. He knew he would have to kill the Titan that threatened him and his world. He was surprisingly alright with that idea.
As the various shenanigans around the airport occur, Knife sits in the Turk helicopter, tapping away on a laptop. Open on the screen are about a dozen programs, all of them being used to plan how to assasinate Lelouch. Except for one, a chat program.
You do know that this little plan of yours is fruitless.
Right?
It maybe, but it's still worth a shot.
Hee Hee. Haa Haa. Hoo Hoo.
It's funny, because it really isn't.
Your so blind you can't even see the flaws in your plan.
Says the omnipotent windbag with no eyes.
The plan is solid.
We go in, assassinate LeDouch, and get out.
If, IF, it does fail, then we get captured, and taken hopefully to the same place as Alastair's daughter, bust her out, then do what this group seems to do best.
Oh? What's that?
Simple.
Cause as much chaos as possible.
You do know that this little plan of yours is fruitless.
Right?
It maybe, but it's still worth a shot.
Hee Hee. Haa Haa. Hoo Hoo.
It's funny, because it really isn't.
Your so blind you can't even see the flaws in your plan.
Says the omnipotent windbag with no eyes.
The plan is solid.
We go in, assassinate LeDouch, and get out.
If, IF, it does fail, then we get captured, and taken hopefully to the same place as Alastair's daughter, bust her out, then do what this group seems to do best.
Oh? What's that?
Simple.
Cause as much chaos as possible.
@Ven Silly Ven. A keyboard is not a pillow.
A Turk looked over Knife's shoulder. "What are you doing?" he asked, a little suspiciously.
A Turk looked over Knife's shoulder. "What are you doing?" he asked, a little suspiciously.
@Twilby&Ven: Haha keyboard pillows, never actually done that before... doesn't sound too comfy...
OOC: Actually I would like for a change in scenery, cause staying in the Dublin airport for too long tends to do that... So, where do you guys want to go?